Dungog

Mulberries

Steam rising to clean

Yesterday Away

Vulgar rouge liquid

Stains us as blood

Like the happiness

staining our souls

seeping in

like the rain which crawls

into tin houses

collecting moist tales

Then these gums

which appear in silhouette.

Running and breathing

to a nest of rocks

and plunge through thick

pulsating transparent

stuff

which hugs us

and green engulfs vision
till the steam rises once more

purging human.

Seasons and Humans.

Summer
Evokes something
within mortality.
A coloured nature
humans are everywhere
like the incadescant
litter
from their pockets.
Lighting cigarettes
on a dusty amber verandah
sudents who race home
backpacks like balloons
and trees heavy with fruit and music
are grasped at
by hungry travellers
foraging for thirst quenching
pastilles of bursting sweet
raindrops of sour tasty
brilliant harvests
of heat and fertility
that is summer.